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by skiba Apr 6, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I look out the window but the blinders are down mama mama why are the blinders down mama mama why are the blinders down the blinders are up my son the notion is in sight the mountains are high but you are taller the river is long but you can go further do not let the man deceive you soar like the eagle my son move on my son this is the path that you shall take yes mama I can fly I can soar to these heights but the wall is still there mama the blinders are still down no my son look harder you will see the blinders are up mama turned and then I saw I saw the mirage concealed a window stood behind mama and the blinders were down papa came in look papa look papa turned to look and I saw A window he had too Papa's blinders were down Mama's blinders were down terrified I turned as I looked into the mirror I had a window and the blinders were down